Quotes He Who Laughs Last

This is the standalone book for the first story in the book "The Wild Adventures". After spending a wild night, Ethan woke up alone in bed. He searched for his “Baby Girl” every day in between work and everything he did but he failed. His sense of smell, even with his Supernatural identity, could not find her. Until a few months later. Lexy was on her way home from school when she was blocked by gangsters in a neighborhood alley where she had to pass through to get to her best friend Marlyn’s new place. He had to rent somewhere nearby the school and Lexy was going to attend his housewarming party. Ethan followed a scent so familiar and found out it was indeed his long-lost and untiredly searched-for “Baby Girl”. Ethan rescued Lexy and ever since then, he became a self-claimed personal bodyguard. Let's explore and enjoy the adventurous love story between the cursed Lycan Prince and his fated-mate-Princess!

[ ғʀɪᴇɴᴅs ᴛᴏ ʟᴏᴠᴇʀs - ᴄᴏᴍᴘʟᴇᴛᴇᴅ ] Emily Willows longs for passion, but only with the man of her dreams: the brilliant, warm and dashing Edward Jones. If only her oblivious, dreaming neighbour can stop with all his gentlemanly-ness and just pin her into the nearest solid obstacle available. And then, perhaps encircle her whimpering body into the solid rippling confines of his warmth- But no, he would not. He could not. As they’ve been best friends for, well, ever. And that's why it becomes extremely challenging for her when he asks her the biggest favour he could ever ask. The one favour she was sure no friend would ever ask their own. The one she was sure to lose herself to. The one she knew she shouldn’t say yes to. But it would indeed be the one to make her crazy all the same. Oh, dammit, all to hell. ~ritikablush.Copyright StarryRitika 2020

The night I begged my mafia husband to save me, my body was failing—and his arms were around another woman. Henry Colombo, heir to New York’s most feared mafia dynasty, was the man I had loved all my life. He found me a donor—but at a cruel price. Susan, the woman who had always lingered between us, promised her kidney only if Henry belonged to her. And Henry, blinded by guilt and promises, chose her over me again and again. The night my heart finally gave out on the operating table, he was across the city feeding grapes to another woman. By the time he learned the truth—that every promise, every delay was her trap—it was too late. I was already gone. The ruthless mafia heir who once had everything lost the only woman who ever truly loved him. He went mad with regret. He turned mafia blood money into salvation, building a foundation in my name. “Every life I save,” he told the press, “is because my wife deserved saving.” But no matter how much he begged, I never opened my eyes again. And when death finally came for him, the most feared mafia heir chose to be buried at my side.

In my previous life, my husband had suddenly died of a brain hemorrhage, leaving behind a massive mountain of debt. For the sake of my son, who was still in high school, I sold the house my parents had left me, gritted my teeth, and worked three jobs to pay off the debt. Overworked and exhausted, my health deteriorated, and I eventually collapsed in the hospital. From my bed, I could hear my son, now a graduate from a prestigious university, smiling as he spoke on the phone. "Hello? Dad, it's me. Yeah, she's about to die. I bought insurance for her, so we should get close to one million. You and Aunt Rena should come back home right away." The "Aunt Rena" he spoke of was none other than my husband's childhood friend and neighbor who had known him for years. It turned out that the debts were all part of a massive money-laundering scheme between my husband and his childhood sweetheart. They had fabricated false accounts to hide their crime, and he had faked his death to escape the law. My son, eager to become the heir to wealth, had stood by and watched me work myself to death. When I next opened my eyes, I was back in the moment of my husband's feigned brain hemorrhage, the day it had all begun.

“Are you crying?" She shook her head and wiped at her face as more tears were falling. “I’m so stupid.” she groaned. "Now I am truly and utterly alone. If I had just said yes to marrying him, none of this would’ve happened. I wouldn’t have dragged you into this mess.” Without warning, I turned sharp to the side, putting the car to a sudden stop close to the curb. “Don’t ever say that again. You think marrying a man you don’t love, a man who doesn’t care if he hurts you, just to please your family is the right thing to do?” I turned to her slowly. “That would’ve ruined you.” “But I would’ve had a home to go to, I would’ve been taken care of. Now I have nothing,” she looked away. I reached over and gently took her bruised hand in mine. “You did the hardest thing anyone in your position could have done. You saved yourself. That takes more guts than standing there and pretending to be happy.” I tucked a hair behind her ear. “You think you are alone? You’re not… you have me.” ___ Alina Etienne has always lived a life dictated by her parents. She is groomed to be an obedient daughter, a perfect public image, and now, a bride to a man she doesn’t know or love. On her wedding day, crushed by the weight of expectations, Alina does the unthinkable... she says “I don’t” and flees the altar. On the run and scared with nowhere to go, she crosses paths with Mikhail Antonov. A cold, guarded man with a past he doesn’t talk about. What began as a reluctant act of kindness turned into something neither of them expected.

Following his wife's heartbreaking tragedy. Billionaire philanthropist, Aaron Miller, is forced to look at how badly he's treated her over the years as he hopes and prays desperately for her recovery. Things quickly take a turn when it is revealed his wife's accident, which put her in a coma was planned by the people closest to him.

Raymond Cooper—mantan detektif polisi di kepolisian kota Morozov, memutuskan berhenti dari pekerjaannya dan pindah ke kota Cirillo untuk menyelidiki ulang kasus kematian sahabatnya, Arnold Walter, yang tidak wajar, setelah polisi memutuskan bahwa kasus itu adalah percobaan perampokan gagal yang mengarah ke pembunuhan. Berbekal secarik kertas yang ia temukan di hari kematian sahabatnya, ia mencari petunjuk yang mengarah pada seorang anak perempuan bernama Amanda Chloe. Semua investigasinya di kota Cirillo mengarahkannya kembali pada trauma dan luka lamanya di masa lalu. Apakah ia akan berhasil mengatasinya dan mengetahui kebenaran di balik kematian sahabatnya?

My husband is known as a ruthless CEO, but somehow, he is tender and warm with me. I'm passionate about art restoration, especially antique paintings, so he transforms his private collection room into a professional-grade studio just for me. He even brings in top experts to mentor me. Once, I spent three sleepless nights restoring a rare 12th-century painting. He ends up buying the entire museum that the painting belongs to, just so I can study it without restrictions. To marry me, he goes head-to-head with his powerful family, even stages a hunger strike, until they finally give in. At our engagement party, he gets down on one knee in front of everyone and says, "Ash, you deserve nothing but the best in this world." The ring he designs himself has an engraving on the inside that says, "Art brought us together, love holds us forever." Everyone says Vincent Hawthorn loves me like a maniac, and I believe it—until I restore one of his late mother's paintings…

"Pick up…. pick up… please" When the call did not get through, I burst into tears. The killer was now banging the door violently. “Inspector Kenneth speaking” Uncle Ken’s voice came through and right at the same the killer made a whole in the door by his continuous banging. "Uncle Ken, he's here, he is going to kill me…." I stated this in a panicked, horrified tone. “Zara, darling, we were going to have some fun why did you called the police?” he said in a cold tone bringing out his silvery knife. A shudder rushed down the spine. However, I maintained my composure. "You are over now," I said, trying to mask my terror. "Tsk, tsk, tsk, not yet…." He answered and raced towards me. What happens next???

"จะไปไหนคะ"รสรินถามด้วยน้ำเสียงร้อนรน เมื่อยังถูกลากมาตามทางเดิน อรรถไม่พูดอะไร เขายังพาเธอเดินไปเรื่อยๆ ใบหน้าหล่อเหลายกยิ้ม เมื่อสัมผัสถึงความเย็นที่เกิดขึ้นบนมือที่เขากุมอยู่ ไงล่ะยายโรสคนเก่ง แค่นี้ก็กลัวแล้วเหรอ อรรถคิดเมื่อพาเธอเดินมาถึงห้องพักของแขกวีไอพี "คุณอรรถ!"หญิงสาวกรีดร้อง เมื่อเขาแตะคีย์การ์ดกับประตูบานหนึ่ง "คุณอรรถ! ปล่อยฉันนะคะ"ร่างบางดิ้นหนี เมื่อถูกเหวี่ยงเข้าไปในห้อง ก่อนที่คนร่างสูงจะปิดประตูตามหลัง รสรินถอยหนี เมื่อชายหนุ่มปลดเนคไทออกจากคอ "ฉันจะกลับ!"เท้าบางยังคงถอยหนี เมื่อร่างสูงย่างสามขุมเข้ามา "ไงแค่นี้ก็กลัวแล้วเหรอ"เสียงห้าวทุ้มเอ่ยถาม เมื่อสลัดเสื้อสูทราคาแพงออกจากตัว ตาคมเข้มมองไปที่หญิงสาวที่ยืนตัวสั่นอยู่ตรงหน้า ไหนล่ะรสรินคนเก่ง คนที่จงใจมาฉีกหน้าเขา ภรรยาที่ถูกต้องตามกฎหมายงั้นเหรอ สงสัยเขาต้องเรียกร้องสิทธิ์ความเป็นสามีจากเธอซะแล้ว ปล่อยให้ลอยนวลมานาน ชักจะเหิมเกริมขึ้นทุกวัน "กรี๊ดดด!!!ปล่อยนะ"ร่างบางกรีดร้อง เมื่อร่างสูงกระโจนเข้าใส่ ทำไมมันถึงกลายเป็นแบบนี้ เธอพลาดตรงไหนกัน เขาถึงได้เข้าถึงตัว